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[It's been over a month now since he first arrived. Luceti isn't any homelier now than it was then. Only now he's getting restless from being stuck here so long. Pretending to ride a bike cross country in the Dome ain't exactly satisfying when it keeps stopping in one hour intervals. So maybe it's time to look beyond the enclosure. Here he goes with the journal.]

I keep hearing about these missions people are going on. I've read the advertising too. Besides being a cure for boredom, do people have a good reason for doing their dirty work? Because frankly, I'm getting a little bored myself. But playing toadie to cash in for prizes ain't exactly the way I do things.

[Good enough. He'll stick around to answer that for awhile, then head to the Rec Center. He doesn't like it when its crowded with teenagers, but when he's lucky, he can play a game of pool by himself. After some time there, he'll be running a Danger Room scenario for himself in the Battle Dome. Lots of explosions and slashing. It's really cool, okay. After some time back home checking out some of Kurt's old movies and TV shows (at least the kid had some taste), he'll make his evening at Good Spirits. He'll take them by the bottle, bartenders. He don't even need you to remove the lids for him. That's what adamantium claws are for. Just another day in the life of the Wolverine.]

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Fighting for the Mallies, right? They got some kind of schedule for when they want to pick a fight?

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[alloys]

It seems like they happen every four months or so. But our last one was in December. Underground. Bit of a doozy.

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[snikting]

I heard something about that one. Some big city underground, right?

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[alloys]

Yep. And a whole network of tunnels.

[Not the best environment for someone of his specialty, you might imagine.]

Before that, it was out at sea. One before was underwater. They'll send us just about anywhere. Lucky us.

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[snikting]

So no chance of the scenery getting old. Well ain't that nice.

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[alloys]

They're always thinking of us, Wolvie. Even when they go for months without speaking to us.

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[snikting]

Nice to know they're so considerate.

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[alloys]

Their specialty, definitely. That explains everything.

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[snikting]

So what kind of people do they send us to fight?

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[alloys]

The Third Party? Well, they're like us. With bigger wings. Infantry fighters of varying ability, sour-looking hell beasts call Shift Hunters--and their Shifters. They have the ability to cancel out magic or technology.

[And doesn't that bring back pleasant memories.]

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[snikting]

[That he's heard of. Having been around Leech, he has a good idea of how that works. For someone with adamantium bones, that's an unpleasant concept.]

Ran into a mutant with powers like that once. Wasn't what I'd call a pleasant experience.

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[alloys]

[Same for someone with a cluster of shrapnel in their heart.]

Exactly. The rest of them are simple enough to handle, but those ones you have to keep an eye out for.

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[snikting]

I'll just have to find a way to work through it.

[Adamantium bones and all.]

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[alloys]

...Yeah. Good luck with that.

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[snikting]

[He snorts a little, typical Wolverine style, and goes back to his drink. Which means he's either done talking and Tony can go away, or the subject can be changed.]

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[alloys]

[He doesn't have much else to say--or rather, neither of them would want to take about the things he would maybe bring up right now. So he'll just continue to drink his drink as well.]